I lost mine at seventeen, and I had been dating the guy for almost a year. One weekend his parents went out of town and I came over. We spent the first night just cuddling and doing some foreplay together before falling asleep in his bed, which was very sweet and romantic. Then the next day we ended up actually having sex, and it was alright. It wasn't a horror story, but it wasn't the greatest (which was expected, being that it was my first time and he was rather nervous even though it wasn't his).
I think we both just wanted to go ahead and get it over with rather than enjoy it, which was a mistake, and is something that a lot of my friends have said how they felt too when they first had sex. Now, I'm nineteen and we're still together. We have improved quite a bit I must say.
